I see we have not only similar couch covers but also similar cats.
He was in an absolute state of terror when we opened the window a couple of days ago and he heard city noise (car alarms, police sirens, dumb drivers revving their engines, etc.).
He’s a country bumpkin at heart, I guess.
@small_h almost. He’s a snowshoe, yours is a tux, no?
Yep. I don’t think I’ve ever heard of a snowshoe (had to look it up).
Snowshoes came into being when a rando American shorthair made love to a Siamese
They’re just as vocal as Siamese, but their paws are always white.
I have 2 Oriental Shorthairs. One is def more Siamese like in her vocalization; the boy, however only occasionally says anything - in a little squeak.
He’d make a great jazz singer. His range of sounds is pretty impressive
I had a Siamese girl who made such a range of sounds that a vet tech recorded her to use as her ringtone. She wasn’t much of a singer, but she did hide stuff in the piano, which the piano tech had to extract with very long tweezers. Her sister Siamese gnawed on the music stand on the piano. Teeth marks still there.
My mother loved spoiling her grand-cat when I’d drop her off. So much so, that when I picked her up again, I got an ottoman with paws. Grandma was skilled in offering a cat smorgasbord. …
Thinking of holiday gift giving…
Bet it comes in real handy for neck day in one’s workout routine!
Ooh, I knit! The creatures install themselves on the top of the recliner. I think the hat would break my spindly l’il neck.
This site is, after all, about food and expanding our culinary world. I used leather cleaner and conditioner on the chairs. Hopps has been licking them, a lot. Anybody have any good Lexol recipes?
Hmmm … Perhaps I should be interested, because I have cleaner/conditioner I must apply to my leather recliner (had to get it for post-surgery 6 yrs ago; fortunately my friend was able to locate a small (read: not monstrously oversized as is usual) one for me and have it delivered before I left the hospital. However …. Today I had a critter consuming something else.
The food:
Well, I made 2 miniature meatloaves to use up the ground beef in the fridge that was reaching its death date. Yeah, I like a lot of bell pepper and onions … which brings us to
The perp:
I cut off the end of the meat loaf to sample it — cook’s treat, right, but I had to leave the kitchen. When I came back, the perp was up on the counter, feasting. No, I didn’t just let him finish because I figured the bell pepper and onion wouldn’t be good for him. He was smacking his little larcenous lips and seemed quite shocked when I removed the meatloaf and dumped it in the trash.
He. Ate. My. Lunch.
He. Is. A. Cat.
He. Does. Not. Care.
You. Left. It. Out.
That. Means. It’s. His.
The face on that one is beyond accusatory as to why you tossed out his lunch.
Beware the kitty payback when you least expect it.
He loves me … right??
Of course he does! That’s why the payback will be when you least expect it…to keep you, the human, in line to his exacting cat standards.
Not my critter, but the newest addition to our friends’ household was a holy & adorable terror at our poker game last night. This is JoJo